The last thing that I wanted at the pinnacle of pimple-faced puberty (circa 1974) was to stand in front of all of my friends and family and chant in Hebrew.
If you are going to a graduation this year, enjoy each fleeting moment. Enjoy the tears and the laughter and the glue called love!
My family constantly makes fun of me for crying at anything remotely sentimental, and I know I will cry at my son's graduation ceremony next week.
Be my baby -- not for long, and not forever, but for today -- and I promise that for this moment, I will be present and enjoy every single second of it.
I've been both of these women now, and while I know there are still many, many parenting milestones ahead, it feels strange to have already closed the lid on these boxes.
I think about the next female that might look over at him in a car. A faceless girlfriend. He is too adorable for words, with his dimples, endless brown eyes and that shaggy surfer hair that curls just right. He is no longer the fat baby who hated being in his car seat.
Change a tire, carve a turkey, ask for a raise. Last week we listed these as some of the things every woman should know how to do by age 50. But what ...
You've stepped on one too many Legos. You've exhausted yourself trying to convince an illogical toddler to do something life sustaining, like eating. You've tried repeatedly and then failed to soothe a crying baby, a tantruming toddler or a neglected partner.
Ask for a raise, get around a foreign country, open a bottle of champagne and much more.
There have been a bunch of news stories recently about Bridal Brokerage, a new business that buys and sells canceled weddings. If a wedding falls thro...
The other day, my son looked at me with those same wide eyes that once asked, "Mommy, when I'm older will you marry me?" and asked, "Mom, I'm getting older, doesn't that mean I should start wearing Hollister?"
Bodies age, minds go soft, knowledge becomes obsolete and technology will blur it all. That means that to stay on top of your game in the career world and in life, you have to become more and more adept at letting go of what is no longer serving you.
The issue is not whether you get married or decide to lead a single life. Nor is it the type of wedding you plan. The conversation I intended to kick off boils down to the following question: Why does society celebrate family units more avidly than individuals?
Comedian, satirist and 'Daily Show' host Jon Stewart has quizzically remarked several times since Thanksgiving that he is now 50. He says it with what appears to be a combination of amazement, amusement, perplexity and near disbelief. He's not alone.
I will do my best to revel in these final weeks in the Land of One. And in these final weeks, if anyone asks how old you are, I will say something a bit different than what I said to your big sister's teacher.
Those of us in the second half of our lives mark milestones differently. We see midlife for what it is: a downsizing, not a buildup. It's nothing to get morbid or depressed about; it is a realization and acceptance of the fact that the things you spent the first half of your life constructing and acquiring are about to get dismantled.
As my patient looked on, his wife took the framed photograph out of a nondescript manila mailer, the type with bubble wrap on the inside, and handed i...
Both shirtless, we stood in front of the mirror, razors in hand. My son carefully mimicked my actions as we apply a thin sheen of Gillette's best before he hefted the razor suspiciously.
Mommy is so sorry. I didn't know that two babies would be so hard. I didn't think I'd treat you any differently than your brother. And I didn't realize how quickly life would pile up and try to steal our special moments from the two of us.
Most of the time, we don't even realize that we're experiencing one of our best days while we're having it. It's only when we look back that we realize how happy we were.
I'm old enough to admit to being confused about the exact import of the term "old school." Is it good or bad? A compliment or a putdown? A shout-out to a code of conduct that, while not flashy, emphasizes substance, hard work and real skill, or a rebuff to anything that happened before the 1990s?
Learning to drive is something that I think many of us take for granted. But taking the step in life to learn to drive is a major milestone and should never be treated lightly!
I'm not a Tiger Mom. I'm not Free Range. And I'm not trying to Have It All. Sometimes -- often -- I'm just trying not to lose it.
It's becoming increasingly less socially acceptable to piggyback on your parents' summer vacations, but you do it anyway, because for some reason they still enjoy your company.
As the calendar took me into my 40's, I fell in love and suddenly, children entered the discussion (though I worried about being called "Grandpa" by mistake).
